I couldn't afford the bride price, so I had to marry the Demon Sect Saintess

Chapter 383 Fighting Skills Turned into Recruiting a Prince-in-law
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Hundreds of flying swords turned into streams of light and pierced straight down. Guo Yue's eyes widened, and he let out a loud shout, a protective light appeared on his hard body.

The sound of ding ding ding kept ringing, and the flying sword quickly pierced the light curtain, Guo Yue screamed and squatted down with his head in his hands.

The remaining 90 or so flying swords instantly stopped a few inches from his head.

Zhao Zhen stood not far away, standing like a mountain, and said calmly:
"Brother Guo, do you want to continue?"

Guo Yue waved his hands again and again: "No need, no need, Junior Brother Zhao, I admit defeat!"

Although he had a strong body, he had no confidence that he could stop the "Hundred Swords Formation" which was famous for its killing power.

"Brother Zhao is so strong!!"

"Even the puppets are useless, just use the sword array to win!"

"I suddenly felt that Senior Brother Zhao is so handsome!"

The female disciples who had exclaimed how powerful Zhang Ling was just now were again impressed by Zhao Zhen's demeanor.

Jianyue on the stage smiled again at Zheng Shengmo:
"Uncle Zheng, it really was your disciple who won, congratulations."

Zheng Shengmo was startled, and quickly said, "Thank you."

Shi Shuhong and Wei Shouyuan's expressions turned ugly again. Ye Xiyue was so cold and arrogant that few people had ever seen her smile, but today she smiled twice at Zheng Shengmo.

Could it be that Fatty Zheng really got there first?

In this way, not only did he get Ye Xiyue's body, but he also got the help of the innate top-grade spiritual root. Wouldn't it be that he will soon enter the realm of transforming gods? !

Jealousy and resentment surged in the hearts of the two of them.

No, Zheng Shengmo must not be allowed to successfully break through to Huashen!
Jianyue sneered in her heart, Ye Xiyue, look, I made these three old perverts suspicious of each other with a little trick.

Your celestial body is restrained everywhere, how can it be as free and unrestrained as my devil's fetus?
Tantai Mingyue suddenly said: "Xiyue, you have changed a lot recently."

Jianyue regained her composure: "Perhaps the injury has not healed."

Tantai Mingyue looked at her, but didn't speak again.

The five peak masters each had their own thoughts and concerns, but Chun Ningzhi, who was standing behind Zheng Shengmo, was filled with joy.

It must be because of me that Xiyue is so enthusiastic about my master, right?
Could it be that Xiyue finally understood what I meant but was too embarrassed to express it clearly, so she wanted Master to agree to the matter between me and her?

The more Chun Ningzhi thought about it, the happier she became, and she looked at Ye Xiyue tenderly.

Junior sister Xiyue, you are so stupid, why don't you tell me your feelings directly?
"This guy is so powerful, Senior Brother Lan, can you beat him?"

Under the stage, a group of female disciples were cheering, Wu Yiren was not so nympho, there were so many masters in the West Palace, she was not surprised when she was a child, she was used to it, and she was curiously asking Mo Xiaolan.

Mo Xiaolan said: "This brother Zhao's sword formation is pretty good."

However, it is much worse than Fellow Daoist Qiu.

Mo Xiaolan remembered that she had seen the sword formation used by Qiu Zhihe. Even if it was the "Hundred Swords Formation", its power was not the same as that of Zhao Zhen.

I have seen the Manchu Banquet, but now I look at an ordinary braised pork knuckle, and I don't feel much.

Wu Yiren glared at him: "What's good? If you meet him, you must win, otherwise he will ignore you!"

Noila Mo was surprised: "Why?"

"because."

Wu Yiren opened his eyes wide, but couldn't continue.

It can't be said that if you want to be a son-in-law, you can't be too weak, right?
"Martial Sister, it seems it's your turn to play."

The tassel in front turned around and said.

"what?"

Wu Yiren was stunned and immediately reacted:

"Oh yes, it's my turn, it's all your fault that people forget about it!"

As he spoke, he gave Mo Xiaolan a coquettish look, and then jumped into the arena.

As soon as Wu Yiren appeared on the stage, the discussion was louder than that of Zhang Ling and Zhao Zhen. "This is the Seventh Princess of the Western Dynasty?"

"The Western Dynasty captured Xiyue Peak's Third Senior Sister, but she still dares to stay in Zhenyang Sect?"

"Si Minglan killed her elder brother, and it's still the Zhenyang Sect's fault. Why can't they stay here?"

"It is said that the Western Dynasty has a collection of many ancient exercises. If the Seventh Princess can be favored, it would be a good choice to become a son-in-law of the Western Dynasty."

This time, many male disciples cast strange glances at Wu Yiren.

The three major sects of the Western Dynasty and the Eastern Xiu Dynasty coexisted, and there were countless ancient techniques and rare treasures in the palace.

If you can marry this seventh princess, you can choose a lot of cultivation resources at your disposal, and you can save 100 years of detours. Wouldn't it be better to be an inner disciple in Zhenyang Sect?
Many people are already secretly planning Wu Yiren's idea.

Standing opposite Wu Yiren at this time is Zhuang Jin, a disciple of Jietian Peak.

This person was also a well-known casual cultivator before joining the Zhenyang Sect, and he had already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment.

He smiled at Wu Yiren and cupped his hands: "I have seen Your Highness, my name is Zhuang Jin, and I have heard for a long time that Your Highness is beautiful and beautiful, and her cultivation is profound. When I saw her today, it was far better than I imagined. I would like to pass on a move for Your Highness, and help Your Highness sharpen his guns forward! But please don't forget me, Your Royal Highness."

He didn't call "Junior Sister" but called "His Highness", and even said without hesitation that he was willing to let Wu Yiren win.

This is no longer a fight, it's directly a princess recruiting a son-in-law.

"This Zhuang Jin is so cunning! He actually got the first step!"

There were also many male disciples who had the same thoughts. Seeing Zhuang Jin blatantly trying to please Wu Yiren, these people couldn't help but stamp their feet and shout that they were a step too late.

"Okay!"

Wu Yiren drew out his long sword and winked at Mo Xiaolan triumphantly.

See, there are so many men like me, why don't you hurry up?

Noila Mo was smiling and as calm as water.

Wu Yiren snorted, waved his hand and slashed at Zhuang Jin with several sword lights.

The two quickly fought together, but Zhuang Jin was obviously letting the water go, and was beaten back by the Wu Yiren, and finally was chopped off by the long sword in his hand with a sword, and surrendered:

"Her Royal Highness has profound magic power, and Zhuang Jin admires it."

After finishing speaking, he whispered to Wu Yiren: "Your Highness, I have a few things I didn't understand just now, is it convenient for you to confirm your experience with me tonight?"

Wu Yiren ignored him at all, turned around and walked back to Mo Xiaolan's side, smiling sweetly:
"Senior Brother Lan, there were a few things I didn't understand just now. Can you confirm your experience with me later?"

Zhuang Jin stared at this scene blankly, remembering that his performance just now was like a clown, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop, and was quickly carried down by several disciples from Huashen Peak.

The other male disciples who were thinking of being "consorts" also stared at Mo Xiaolan in unison.

Damn it, this guy actually got the upper hand!

Mo Xiaolan sighed in her heart, and said softly to Wu Yiren: "Okay, Martial Sister Wu, I also want to confirm it with you."

When Wu Yiren heard him agree in front of so many people, he felt ashamed and happy at the same time, and let out a coquettish voice:
"Who wants to confirm with you? Dengtuzi!"

But the smile on his face could not be suppressed.

Liu Su quietly gave Mo Xiaolan a thumbs up.

Third sister, you are still the best, men and women take it all!
It was Qin Gengyun's turn to play in the fourth game.

He strode into the arena with a gentle smile on his face.

Xia Qinglian looked at him fixedly, her heart beat faster, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

My husband's cultivation has improved again.

Soon, Xia Qinglian's smile disappeared.

Qin Gengyun's opponent is a female disciple.

A coquettish and moving female disciple.

(End of this chapter)